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hsavinienTitle: A Loose End
Author: H. Savinien
Rating: G
Disclaimer: BBC owns Doctor Who and the estate of Arthur Conan Doyle owns Mr. Phillimore.
Wordcount: 200
Summary: "A problem without a solution may interest the student, but can hardly fail to annoy the casual reader. Among these unfinished tales is that of Mr. James Phillimore, who, stepping back into his own house to get his umbrella, was never more seen in this world." - Dr. John H. Watson
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Author: H. Savinien
Rating: G
Disclaimer: BBC owns Doctor Who and the estate of Arthur Conan Doyle owns Mr. Phillimore.
Wordcount: 200
Summary: "A problem without a solution may interest the student, but can hardly fail to annoy the casual reader. Among these unfinished tales is that of Mr. James Phillimore, who, stepping back into his own house to get his umbrella, was never more seen in this world." - Dr. John H. Watson
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"Mr. Phillimore?"
"Yes?" The rough-looking man had a decidedly Northern accent that James couldn't say he quite liked, but the fellow seemed pleasant enough, despite the cropped hair.
"Yes?" The rough-looking man had a decidedly Northern accent that James couldn't say he quite liked, but the fellow seemed pleasant enough, despite the cropped hair.
"Mr. James Phillimore?" he asked, consulting a slip of paper.
"Yes, I am he. What business do you have with me?"
"Got your umbrella?"
James looked down at the umbrella in his hand.
"Ah, right, I see that you have. Would you mind stepping this way? Won't take but a tick, I know you've got your...brother waiting, isn't it?"
James suppressed a grimace at the thought of another afternoon of tedium in William's condescending presence. "Are you with the police?" he asked, assessing the small blue shed toward which the man was leading him.
"In a manner of speaking," the stranger said, "No. I'm the Doctor and while I have worked with the police in the past, this is in the way of a personal project of mine."
The man looked back at him and James felt a bit warm at the smile in the...doctor's eyes. He stepped into the shed and gestured for James to follow him in.
"Now, Mr. Phillimore, have you ever wanted an adventure...?"
